Tuesday, August 07, 2012
this was my favorite poem when I was a kid:
A Dream Deferred (by Langston Hughes)
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
when TCM shows "A Raisin in the Sun" I always remember the Langston Hughes poem. I think it's the only one I know by heart.
in middle school and high school, I was more interested in Edgar Allen Poe. Every year when the bluebirds start builidng their nests, I think about "The Raven". We have bluebirds gently tapping on all the windows at the office for weeks. So I have to read "The Raven" again.
amazing how stuff you loved as a kid comes back to you so easily!